Winds of Time (( Orb of Power Rp ))

[Tusk]

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Ages come and ages go. The new replaces the old in every aspect of life. Wars however are never truly replaced. They are taken by the new and continue. 1000 years have passed since the Orbs of Power erased all magic. 1000 years of martial might growing. 1000 years of people not able to touch magic meant that it was lost in the winds of time. I was taught back in the days of being a bored prince that magic allowed ordinary people do extraordinary things. It seemed like it was fairy tales or at best legends that only the scholars cared about. Never would I have ever imagined what my life had in-store for me. Never would I have guessed that the simple act of fighting in a tournament would mean that I would stand at the brink of death more times then I cared to count and still keep moving. My old Merc band is no more, the Hawks will also be forgotten by the winds of time. For what I have to do, for the pain I will have to endure, I know that I will not face it alone. This mere group of warriors, Hand chosen by my Father, are the ones I call family now. Also my dead ancestor Davik has not left me alone. 1000 years of being stuck and wanting to be set free could drive anyone insane, and he was off his rocker to begin with. This is the story that I have a feeling will withstand the Test of Time. This is the story of a cult who threatened the world and how a group of soldiers, mercs, hell even royalty, would face them.

" Seriously, Tusk, you must be joking. You want me to enter in this tournament at the Castle I ran away from? I do not wish to see my father, so you my big friend can kiss my ass if you think I am just going to waltz in that castle. "
Said Kasik with a look of mild annoyance etching on his face.

" Listen here ya ungrateful pain in my ass, you are going to enter the Tournament or I will let every Hawk know that your a prince and they will tie you up and send you to King Dasim with a pretty bow in your hair just to collect the million gold on your head! I haven't sent you in myself, because I have had a longer string of gold come in with you and that weird spear thing of yours than If I just collected the Million and spread it among the Hawks! So you are going to enter that tournament you little brat and that is that! "
Shouted Tusk who stood roughly a foot or two higher than Kasik and twice the width as well. Kasik knew not to argue any further with the big man. Last time he did, Tusk was Drunk, like always, and threw him through a window at an Inn and Kasik still almost hit the building across the street. They were at the top room of the Drunken Jester Inn, an Inn that was right next door to the Castle grounds. The Noise from a drunken jester/bard was heard at the main floor so Kasik knew he was safe from anyone listening to Tusk's little rant.
" Whatever, "
Kasik said as he put on a cloth that wrapped around his head except eyes and a slit for his nose and one for his mouth.
" You know this is bull shit and do not mention anything about a bow to me. After all they would have to get it from your pretty little collection! "
Kasik at this point was running out the door and sliding down the stair railing as Tusk was shouting in rage.
" THOSE BOWS WERE FOR MY DAUGHTER YOU RAT BASTARD! "
When Kasik landed, he saw many of the hawks look at him with amusement and anger as they heard Tusk's roar about the bows and slamming the door.

" Always pissing off the boss eh? Boy you need to realize he will actually kill you if you keep up. "
One said as calm as he could manage.
" Well what can I say, I live a life of danger. "
Kasik responded as he left the Inn and down the street with his double bladed glaive resting across both his shoulders and behind his neck with his arms resting on the pole arm. How the Hawks never realized He was a prince with gold n his head was beyond him. Chances were, they knew but figured he had his reasons for leaving and all of them knew he could take them out if he wanted. The streets were filled with partiers for the Summer festival. Most of them were drunk and stupid, and the others were yelling at the drunks to go to bed and stop stinking up the streets. He acted natural around the Knights patrolling the streets as to avoid any suspicion. All and all, he was walking in a hornet's nest. He did miss the city, but he hated the castle. He had been locked up there for far too long and he learned more in the 6 years he ran away than the 17 in the Castle. He soon found a familiar spot. It was a spot his old Butler showed him. It was the abandoned watch tower that towered over the city. Kasik ran up the old stairs, avoiding the broken ones with ease and soon he found himself on the top platform. However he did not stop there. He climbed himself up on the roof and laid down looking at the stars. It was a beautiful night. He made sure not to face the castle. He kept an eye on the people below from time to time. This Tournament would have more bitter rivals than friends from the Merc Groups and most were not below annoying assassinations just to improve their "odds". Kasik could fall asleep up there. It was the first night back home and it had only just begun.

[Weremouse]

Man, this was the perfect week to get out of that stupid cell. thought Treya gratefully, Right in time for the Summer Festival. I can forget about my worries and make my money as an entertainer. Drunks really know where to drop their wallets!

Treya was dancing in the middle of the street, singing at the top of her lungs and pulling audience members into comedic routines. She was good at making things up on the spot. On the ground, near her lightning quick feet, was a plain red hat she had purchased only yeasterday. It was almost full to the brim with sparkling coins. There was even a rose and a necklace buried underneath the coins.

If I had any idea how profitable being an entertainer was when I was seventeen... Treya thought glumly, recalling her lost year of boredom. After only a second of grimacing, she gave into the high spirits and continued dancing. Her armour was at her mothers' house, so all she was wearing was her white dress, which had become (oddly tastefully) torn in her captivity. She had insisted that she wore it, and perhaps it was her fist that convinced the guards to let her keep it on, but she did eventually win that fight. Said dress used to float elegantly just above floor level, was now knee-high. She loved the way it spun out when she twirled.

Speaking of twirling, I DO have a surprise that should give the party poopers a nice wake up. she thought, pulling an orange firecracker from her pocket. Dancing to the nearest firepit, she lit it and jumped to the highest roof she could find, and threw it into the air. It produced beautiful orange and yellow swirling figures.

Jumping back to the street, she went back to dancing and singing, hoping she had made a few extra dollars from her display.

[Vale]

Rhys gazed around at his band of Mercs. He never really liked the title that mercenary had. It never really fit them, at least that's what he thought. But he wasn't one to truly care, or even lose sleep over.
"Lord Ajani." One of his Gilt-Leaf Rangers spoke up to get Rhys's attention. "We've reached the Castle Grounds, and apparently the Summer Festival is being celebrated currently."
"Tch. I'm assuming you all want to go get drunk and sleep with some strumpets?" Rhys spoke, crossing his arms as he gazed to his 15 or so Rangers. "Then what's stopping you? We're here to participate in the tournament, ensure that you don't lose out on the grounds, and above all else, ensure that you knock boots with decent women, the lose ones are never a fitting match." He laughed the last bit, referencing his own shady past in a comical sense.

Rhys wasn't one to fight for glory, he fought to survive, he fought for life. Thus was the path of the Ranger, but that didn't matter. He didn't care for combat to begin with. He's killed enough, this tournament for starters, was the first non-fatal engagement he was fighting in.

Smiling he stepped into a building.
"Drunken Jester? Tch." He spoke as he gazed around, easily eyeing the other group inside there. "Well....who do you need to ask to get a drink around here?" He spoke, quickly as he moved to show the sheath on his side, ensuring that no ballsy individual would try to take advantage of him.

[Tusk]

Kasik looked down after an explosion happened. Someone set off Fireworks and it nearly gave Kasik a heart attack. He saw a woman jump from the roof and start dancing around. She was the one that no doubt started it. Everyone around her was way too drunk to do so. Kasik shook his head a bit before standing up. He looked down and shrugged. He was way to lazy to take the stairs. He looked around and smirked. He had a way to get down and all the while piss off Tusk. He did not want to fight in the tournament and if Tusk was going to force him to, then he would raise some hell before going to see his father again. Kasik suddenly ran and leaped off the roof of the Tower and landed on a roof of a nearby building. He rolled forward to greatly lessen the impact sprang to his feet quickly to continue running. He then Jumped off that building and threw his Glaive right into the Top room of the Drunken Jester while grapping hold of it. He kicked off the wall just enough to spin himself to land ontop of the polearm, keeping himself balanced. He heard a shout from Tusk as the big man turned to see Kasik right at his window with The spearman flipping off the bigger man before the Double bladed glaive gave way from the wall and sent Kasik falling to the ground. He used his weapon at the last second to cut into the building to slow his fall and he landed on the floor with a small thud and a groan. He even managed to land right next to the girl who set of the fire works.
" So, how are you m'lady? "
He said as he sat on the wall of the building brushing off peices of wood and looking at the hole he left in the building. Tusk was using words even Kasik had never heard before.

[Weremouse]

Treya stopped dancing to watch a man about her age jump from the tallest tower in the area. Stunned, she continued watching as he landed, rolling, on a roof, and performed some interesting acrobatics and pole vaulting before he landed right next to her.
"So, how are you m'lady? " he said totally calmly, his voice nearly drowned out by another mans' shouting. Treya, temporarily stunned, was speechless. She picked up her hat, and a couple drunkards came closer to drop a few more coins for the mans' exciting display. Treya pulled them out of the hat and dropped them in the mans' hands, feeling it was only fair that he got his share of the profit, as she was already doing so well. Suddenly, she found her voice.
"Quite well, thank you. Nice display there. Blew my firecracker out of the water, for sure. I'm Treya, and you are?"

[Tusk]

" My name? "
Kasik said. Well he was in the frying pan already by being in the city. Might as well throw himself in the fire.
" Well M'lady I am Kasik "
He took off his mask and tried to work with his hair to not look too bad. However the conversation was short lived as many drunks came near them wanting Treya to dance some more. Kasik could not help himself. It was time to start some trouble as well as weed out the compitition at the same time. He smiled at the Drunks as he stood up. All of them were Mercs. Kasik positioned himself inbetween Treya and the drunks while he gave her a calm smirk.
" Hey Asshole, Get away. We were talking to the lady. "
He put a hand on Kasik to push him out of the way. Kasik could not have asked for a better oppertunity to grab the man's arm and then send a punch right into his face. The big man stumbled back as Kasik was suddenly placing his foot on the man's bent knee and hurling himself up to place a kick right into the Drunk's head. The Drunk went flying into the Drunken Jester Inn, through a window and into a table of Mercs. They, all at once, threw the man into another table and That started a fist fight between everyone. Kasik was now faced with two more Drunks and they grabbed his arms from behind. Kasik quickly kicked one in the leg causing him to fall and let go. Kasik used his free hand to punch the other Drunk in the head and to let his other arm free. He then spin kicked the man he punched and rolled over the other man. He landed on his feet and then kicked him square in the face. Soon the brawl inside the Inn poored out in the streets and Kasik was suprised that Tusk was among the brawlers. The big man was easily picking up people and throwing them into places or other people like giant projectiles.
Kasik ran to Treya and began to laugh.
" Well if you want to make more money I suggest we sit this out and wait for everyone to settle. The floor will be littered with fallen change, and well unless you want in on this fight, I suggest we get to a safe distance and play off like we did not see a thing. "
He took up his Double bladed Glaive and used it as a way to get himself in higher kicks to the ones that came near them.

[Weremouse]

When the man introduced himself as Kasik, Treya was already gasping, but when he "defended" her from a crowd of drunkards and started a street brawl, Treya was practically drooling. So lost in her own lack of thoughts other than "Wow. Wow. Wow. Wow.", Treya decided to take his advice and get out of the way. However, she was practically surrounded by brawling people, so that became less and less of an option as every second passed. She unsheathed her swords, and gave them a quick sharpen by slicing them against each other. Most people gave her a wide berth, because almost everyone was unarmed, or not using their weapon of choice. She used the side of her longsword to push people out of the way, and made her way to the side of a building. Facing away from it, she proceeded to make herself a little room by shoving the surrounding crowd away from herself, using both swords and feet. Once she had cleared enough room, she used her longsword as a pick to help herself up the roof.

Overlooking the scene from above, she began to laugh. It was so ridiculous! Strange characters brawling senselessly, weapons lying forgotten on the ground, people shouting, drunkards staggering...it was the funniest thing she'd seen in over a year.

[Eva]

Queen Seras wiped the candle's wax off of her book, glaring up at the carriage driver for his thoughtlessness. She was reading as she was escorted to visit the king, as planned, and her boredom was palpating. She had so much to tell him, so much that she had learned from the documents that her ancestor had kept from before Bern was established- she could only hope that he'd be interested. "We're here, milady." the driver called. Seras looked out the carriage window; indeed, they were stationary before the castle gates. "Wait for an escort to be sent, driver." she ordered, looking back down at her book.

[Shorik]

Shorik Alrion was on his way to the city gates, for once, obeying an order. Her majesty was expected to arrive here tonight, and Shorik was given the task of escorting her back to the castle. This was the kind of task that nobody, even Shorik, could get away with slacking off on. Royalty was always the highest priority.

Upon arriving at the gate, Shorik saw that the carriage had already arrived.
"I'm here for the queen." he said to the driver.
"Oh right..." the driver responded, with sarcasm drooling from his lips, "I'm going to let a commoner escort the queen. Fat chance."
Shorik sighed, and took out his papers proving hsi position. He then showed them to the driver.
"Not every soilder is a stiff in steel armour." Shorik said, after the driver realized his mistake, "Now, about the queen...."

[Vale]

Rhys jumped back from the flying man who crashed directly into the table he was sitting at.
"Are you honestly kidding me?" He shouted as he jumped out the window and into what seemed to be yet another brawl outside the Drunken Jester.

Placing his two fingers in his mouth, he whistled quickly.
"Gilt Leaf, assemble!" He shouted after whistling, and nearly immediately, the 15 Rangers he had come with started in a formation at the far end of the brawl, drawing their bows and shouting.

Rhys put some gauntlets on and began ripping through most of the crowd, just shoving them or punching straight in their face. Rhys was on one side of the Brawl, and his Gilt-Leaf Rangers on the other, they weren't shooting, they were just trying to keep it from escalating into something even more ridiculous.

[Tusk]

Kasik was still in the middle of the Frey trying everything to get out. When he would knock out one Drunk, two would appear and he would have to take them out. Soon there was an opening and He saw Treya on the roof watching the chaos in wonder. He also noticed rangers trying to stop it. 15 on one side, one person on the other. No doubt they were here for the Tournament and they looked like they could get far in it. Kasik ran right passed the one man who currently was punching a drunk and Jumped with his Double bladed Glaive sticking into the building to help him climb up to Treya. Laughing abit at the Chaos he started.
" Well that made comin home all the worth while. So Enjoying the Chaos that is putting too many mercs into one city? "
However he saw the lights and could see armored gaurds coming from the main street. They were heading right to the brawl.
" HEY TUSK WE GOT SOLDIERS HEADING THIS WAY! "
He shouted as loud as he could so the big man could hear.

" Got it! HAWKS SCATTER! "
Tusk roared as several members of the brawl suddenly ran in diffrent directions and down alleyways. The smarter mercs heard the call about gaurds and tried to get their men out of there.
Kasik looked to Treya with a calm smile.
" Shall we get out of here before we are thrown in a Dungeon? "

[Eva]

Seras exited her carriage, giving the driver a nod as she did so. She looked up at Shorik and gave him a polite curtsy. "You must be my escort. Pleased to meet you, young man. I am Queen Seras Atalanta Mirkia of Bern. May I inquire as to your identity?" she asked, her voice like a musical note. The serene beauty of the queen was offset slightly by the sword that prominently hung on her hip, curved gracefully like its wielder.

[Shorik]

"My name is Shorik Arlion, Your Highness." Shorik responded, bowing, "And the pleasure is mine."
Shorik led the way as he and Seras entered the city. For the first few minutes of the walk back to the castle, it was relatively peaceful. However, as they came by the Drunken Jester Inn, Shorik spotted the barfight amongst the drunk mercs barely being contained by other soilders.
"Figures." the young soilder said, not really concerned, "Gatehr a bunch of mercs, and sooner or later, you have chaos. At least it makes things more interesting."
He then turned to Seras, and addressed her.
"Well, as much as I'd like to just plow my way through that little scene there, His Majesty probably wouldn't approve. So, we'll take the alternate route."

The alternate route was through an underground pathway that connected the barracks with the palace. It was a path only known by the royal Family, and the high-ranking generals. Shorik had found out after listening in on a conversation between Sefito, and another general.

After openign the passageway, Shorik held the door open, and said, "After you, Your Highness."

[Vale]

Rhys turned as he noticed one of the guards knocking out one of his Gilt-Leaf Rangers with a sword, then dragging him away.

Turning almost on tail immediately, he took out his bow, quite a sight to mercs who knew a thing or two about fletching. It's construction was a masterpiece among legends.
"Be free..." He spoke softly as he let an arrow fly, hitting the guard in the chest dropping him like a sack of bricks. But the arrow wasn't fatal, not in the slightest bit. It just placed an instant form of paralysis directly into the guard.

Walking up to him, he placed his foot on his chest.
"We tried to keep this civil." He spoke as 5 more Guards pointed their swords at Rhys, and a larger, more armored man stepped forward, definitely a higher ranking soldier for the Kingdom.
"You attacked a Royal Guard, and it's punishable by death and imprisonment." he spoke.

The Remaining Gilt-Leaf Rangers stepped through the crowds, all of them bow strings drawn and two arrows loaded in each bow.
"We are the Gilt-Leaf Rangers." Rhys spoke, "I am Ranger General Rhys Ajani. We were instructed to come here to maintain order on the terms of King Discon." Rhys spoke, butchering the King's name accidentally. "My men and I were trying to quell this brawl, until you all showed up and scattered the culprits." Rhys finished as he pulled the blunt arrow out of the guard he was on. "Your guard attacked one of my men, and for that I couldn't allow him to continue his strikes." Rhys finished as he lifted the guard up and helped him to his feet. "I'm sorry I had to put you down, but if you continued, you would have been killed." He spoke again as he smiled. "This poison will only paralyze you if the arrow remains in. I'm sorry but it was also a field test for the Tournament." He smiled a bit.

"Forgive me for my Impudence." Rhys spoke, bowing his head slightly. "In my Old Kingdom, we just do things...differently, than here, and It was my mistake to exercise my judgment in your town." Rhys beckoned his Rangers to lower their weapons.
"Seems you all have a bit more on your hands than you would like. I heard someone from inside the Inn shout something about the Hawks...I believe they are the ones to have started this brawl." Rhys finished as he waited for a response from the Armored Man.

"I was informed of your coming, I just didn't expect to find such esteemed Rangers in the middle of a Bar Brawl." The Captain spoke. "So long as the brawl ended, and no one was hurt."
"Thankfully, it was the case. Shall we head into the castle?" Rhys asked. He was planning on going with or without some of the soldiers.

[Weremouse]

Before Treya could answer either Kasik's questions, the scene appeared to change. She was still paralyzed from how interesting the scene was. Most of the Mercs seemed to scatter, but many drunkards remained, staring at the centre where a ranger had just shot an arrow into a guard. The ranger was talking to the captain when things got boring. Treya turned to Kasik.

"That seems to be enough mayhem for today. And I'm not too fond of visiting another dungeon." Treya said, turning away from the scene and looking at Kasik, waiting for him to lead on.